I gasp.
His eyes darken in satisfaction, the shift so blatant it courses down my chest. He kisses me again. It's slow at first, then deeper, then with a hunger that threatens to set the entire room on fire. His hand grips my ass tighter.
I lift my hips, unapologetically inviting more adrenaline, and it rolls through my veins.
He circles his thumb faster and thrusts harder. "Valentina," he murmurs against my jaw, voice low and reverent. "God, you're?—"
He doesn't finish. Words get lost when his mouth finds the spot under my ear that turns my pulse chaotic. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently, guiding him back to my lips.
His fingers draws slow arcs that send heat sparking across my skin, pulling me under in the best possible way.
I arch against him, and he lets out a muffled growl.
He lifts his head, forehead pressing to mine, our breaths mingling. "You good?" he asks, voice rough from the way he's holding himself in check.
I drag my nails down his back, deliberate, slow enough to make his teeth clench. I pant, "Do I look unsure?"
His eyes flicker shut for a single heartbeat. He pins them on me and orders, "You have to come first."
"Then...make...me...ohDio! OhDio! OhDio!" I blurt out as I fall over the cliff. Endorphins burst in my cells, and white light flashes.
"Fucking hell, Minx," he grits, thrusts a few more times, then a rumble drags from his throat. He grips me tighter and drops his face into the curve of my neck. His body convulses under mine.
The adrenaline heightens, then slowly falls again against his shudders. His hot breath beats into my neck. My vision returns to normal.
He circles his arms around me and holds me tight to him, stroking my back.
Dinner with his family.
"Brax."
"Mmm?"
"You're going to make us late."
He kisses the base of my throat. "I don't care."
I curl into his body for another minute, then moan. I push up off him. "I don't want to be late. That can't be my first impression."
His lips twitch. "Finn already met you."
I wince. "Don't remind me."
He chuckles. "I thought you looked hot with all the whipped cream on you."
My cheeks reheat. I groan, wincing. "And you had to remind me."
He chuckles, then nips lightly at my collarbone. "Maybe we should skip dinner and stay here all night."
I grip his jaw and force him to look at me. "Really?"
His face falls. "No. We need to go."
I nod, nervous. I've been since he called and gave me hope that Finn and Brenna will forgive him and give me a chance. And if that's possible, I want it. Not just for him but me too. I haven't had family since my parents died.
His hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to pull a small gasp from me. He orders, "Get off me before I decide dinner doesn't happen."
"You started this," I remind him.
